In the white room
with black curtains
near the station
Black roof country
No gold pavements
Tired starlings
Silver horses
ran down
moonbeams
in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiled
on you leaving
my contentment
I'll wait
in this place
Where the sun
never shines
Wait in this place
where the shadows
run from themselves
You said no strings
could secure you
at the station
Platform ticket
Restless diesels
Goodbye windows
I walked into
such a sad time
at the station
As I walked out
Felt my own need
just beginning
I'll wait
in the queue
When the trains
come back
Lie with you
where the shadows
run from themselves
At the party
she was kindness
in the hard crowd
Consolation for
the old wounds
now forgotten
Yellow tigers
crouched in jungles
in her dark eyes
She's just dressing
goodbye windows
Tired starlings
I'll sleep
in this place
With the
lonely crowd
Lie in the dark
Where the shadows
run from themselves